Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2017 22:55:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Larry and the Music Professor (Gay'Begging?s, oral, anal, m/Mm)

Begging's, oral, anal, m/Mm

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality.
It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage
boy and adult males...  If this type of content offends you or
you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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               Larry and Music Professor
                         By
                        Wolf

	I went to a very small school near Wheeling in West
Virginia.  Called Bethany College, a town without street-lights
or a gas station.

	I was struggling with my sexuality, and my professor,
named Mr. Oliver Manning, zoomed in on me, as did a frat
brother.

(whom I saw again, after 50 years for a reunion...great catching
up on our lives after all those years.)

	When Mr. Manning started grooming me, it caused a lot
of turmoil in my mind because he was the same age as my dad.

	I had very little use for my dad, because of a couple of
things I didn't meet him until I was two-years-old, because he
was in the Army during World War II, we didn't bond like my
younger siblings did.  Growing up in his home wasn't always
pleasant.

	In 2004, I picked up my mom from the hospital and was
wheeling her into their condo, Dad was standing by the door
and bitching that I didn't close it.  Well, 58 years of loathing
came to a head and I let him have it.  I took great delight in
telling him to "GO TO HELL!"  He was so senile that he quickly
forgot about what I said.  Mom wanted me to take her back to
the hospital.

	Mr. Manning was born in 1919 and died in 1994.  He was
about 5'9" and a typical West Virginia kind of man, lean and fit.
He was at the right age to be a member of the generation that
fought during World War II.  He had a deeply weathered craggy
face, and with a pipe in his mouth all the time.  He was a
classical pianist, he lived in Wheeling, when not staying with a
daughter in Bethany.  His wife was a pianist as well.  They
conceived their daughter before he shipped-over-seas.  His
daughter and I were both born in 1943.

	I lived in the frat house next door to his home.  Mr.
Manning invited me for dinner at his home, and his wife was
not home for some reason.  He was my college music professor,
and he plied me with stakes, bourbon and Coke.  When I was
drunk he sat next to me and started feeling me up.  He even
kissed me.  It felt strange to be kissed by a man with stubble on
his face.  He rubbed my crotch, and I sprang a boner strong
enough to tent up my tight-fitting jeans.  When he pulled on
the front the five copper buttons the jeans popped open.  He
opened the fly of my boxer shorts, and pulled out my cock and
balls.  He stroked my cock until I had the biggest boner of my
life.  He eventually stopped kissing me and bent over, placing
his head in my lap.  He took all of my cock into his mouth and
deep throated my cock.  He gently rolled my balls between his
fingers too.  It felt like it lasted a lifetime as he sucked my cock,
but I couldn't cum.  Just when I thought I would never cum he
forced my hand into my shorts and stuck a finger into my
asshole.  I squirted instantly.

	He insisted on me calling him Oliver when we were lone
after that.  He found ways to get me in his office during office
hours regularly.  While in his office he sucked my cock, and
took out his own cock for me to suck on.  He had a small dick,
and his crotch was shaved clean, and his chest ad body was
hairless.  One afternoon he produced some Vaseline and
greased up his cock and my asshole.  He prostrated me across
his desk and stuck his cock in my ass.  It hurt but by the time he
came I squirted cum all over his green felt blotter.

	My roommate figured out what was going on between
me and Mr. Manning, so he started making me suck his cock,
or he would tell our classmates.  He used the same threat to
make me allow him to fuck me too.  For the four years of
college I was getting fucked three and four times a week.  It
didn't take long before I didn't feel complete without a cock in
my mouth or ass.

	Mr. Manning even bought my class ring.  He wrote love
poetry to me, for years after I graduated.  Many years later I
wanted to visit him, but his sister wrote to me that he had
died.  I often wondered if he would have wanted to have sex
with me again, although I no longer looked the way I did when
I was in college.



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